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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you aint a you a actor fifty gave you a script
went from with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on records but won't bang in LA
why the fuck you me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my spot so he runnin buck
tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
naw-vail ill whoop your ass in own hood
you so hard why u put out that song about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth Makaveli passed nigga
and i wanna have to do this shit
id rather be at home listeing to the diss
Dr. Dre it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
your flow is budweiser, mines is
put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a
now watch me put my chest out 10 og's
i wore this G-unot to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to face, and wont st-st-stutter muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a story about a caught in his web
marvel williams, a well crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this brother tell more than you
so ima it down like an ounce of glue
i met nigga spider at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this think he better than you'
so i kicked a freestyle, and in the
this nigga up game tryna copy my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now back to the future, you got a now
snoopin my hood, get fucked doggy style
i ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers
and let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to
you g-unit crip, used to be a
your name marvel, all you need now is a suit
black wallstreet bitch you cant wit my crew
my flow blind baby, ima you do what it do
lets a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby comin from the speakers
she said i aint trippin i hear somebody
i had to her off so i start singin
I you dont love me
you aint the when 50 Cent's in town
I know you dont me
you always talkin' how Ma$e get down
I you don't love me
you scream and holla when Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them g-unit
tryna run game on me you punk
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
a yankee fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger fitted in the of the bronx
i shine in any like paul wall fronts
nigga my foolish sit back while i do this
watch me manuever cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you crap like a rookie dice shooter
snake to the loser
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' nubian
created g-unot, fifty to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you my spot nigga? clean up my mess
dirty ass nigga, fifty him a check
and if you sign, put ya contract on the internet
i bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 dollas he'll any set
him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look like of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my take shots for the game like NJ do
say its bullshit till i pull quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin that you nigga..
but you than spider loc Nigga...
saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
i know he dont be listein to wack ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they madden
what the hell made you think you fuck wit the game
when yo claim to was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and your uncle
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 shots when the 38
leave a whole in your chest.. the of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
open your chest, the world what you made of
my hard i cant wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let billboard rest, dont speak on my homie
all you new west coast chill
the city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his